The recovery of the bodies of a young mother and her infant from the River Ouse had begun in earnest the previous evening when a passerby had heard of a splashing sound.
A story would begin to unfold so tragic that the coroner implored the media to promote a better understanding on the subject of suicide.
As dawn broke one chilly February morning - a local tinsmith walked from his workshop in Fossgate towards the notorious passageway known as Black Horse Passage.
Katherine Kerestman was visiting England to research her second macabre travel book. She had not known that she was fated to meet a new friend on her first night in England – THE Lady Brigante.
On this day in the year 1739, a notorious felon by the batismal name of Richard Turpin from the County of Essex went to the gallows at York Tyburn attired in a smart new frock coat and shoes.
Although this delightful emporium can tempt any visitor with an enticing array of boutiques and smart restaurants – history records that this quaint medieval street was anything BUT delightful!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that one Brigante Tomb is restlessly awaiting discovery in the window of a deliciously harmonious emporium along Micklegate.
Gentle reader, the curious, the unsuspecting and those folk partial to a mystery or thirteen - THOSE Brigante Tombs are NOW restlessly awaiting discovery in the windows of York’s city centre emporiums!
Your quest may now direct you to the quaint street of Ogleforth and to the tale of a restless spirit who appears quite determined to capture the attention of the Lady B!
For those tombstone tourists in search of a Brigante Tomb - a ramble through Fossgate is a MUST.